Story+1980-12-12+Hartford,+CT

´´I grew up in this small town, just about....10,000 people....and....it seemed like every place ....every place that I looked, I could see people....just standing there, seeming like they were letting...just letting their lives pass ´em on by, you know....I remember when I was....when I was just 15....my father....he and my mother got married when they were real young....and I remember my father was only, he was only a little older, little older than I am right now and he seemed like, he seemed like he´d never been young a day in his life for some reason.... he´d go to work, he´d come home and just sit in the kitchen at night...you know, like he was waiting for something....I remember he....he´d send away for all, all these different books like ´How To Be, How To Be An Engineer´ or ´How To Be....´ and try to learn how to do something....that he´d like...but for some reason, it seemed like he could never, he could never find....find that one thing that was gonna make him....make him feel like he was living instead of just dying a little bit every day....and it seems like in school that....it was always the same thing (?) instead of teaching you....teaching you how to make....how to make a way of life, they´d teach you how to make, like, a way of death, instead of trying to....instead of trying to show you, help you find your place, they were teaching you stuff that was just to keep you in your place....and....that was, it was disappointing later because I remember (?) ....all those great books and stuff that they tried to....it seemed like they´d try to make you understand, how they could make, make all those people that wrote with so much passion and stuff sound so boring....(?) to wonder if someday, somebody, someday anybody could ever make the Drifters or make....or make some of those great rock and roll records ever sound that way again...one of the first things that I, that I remember is I was 15, I was riding in the car with my mother and on came ´Like A Rolling Stone´ and I couldn´t hear all the verses but I, but there was a part where he said ´How does it feel to be out on your own ?´ ....and I watched....I remember every day when I was young, I´d watch....I´d watch my parents....and it used to scare me so much that I tried to think of some way that I wasn´t gonna let it happen to me.....anyway....if you just left home this year, if you´re out on your own for the first time....this is for you tonight, alright ?....”
 * 12.12.80 Hartford, CT, intro to ´Independence Day´**

´´This is for Laurie and this is for Fran from New Jersey.....”
 * 12.12.80 Hartford, CT, intro to ´Sandy´**

´´Tonight we have us a galaxy of stars....direct from his first major appearance on ´Celebrity Bowling´....at the piano, Professor Roy Bittan.....on the guitar, we´ve got poet of the soul, master of rock and roll, the man who brought you such great hits as ´I Don´t Wanna Go Home´, ´Sweeter than Honey´, ´This Time It´s for Real´, ´Some Things Just Don´t Change´, Miami Steve Van Zandt....on the bass guitar we have Mr.Garry W.Tallent.....on the drums, coming from South Orange, New Jersey, the Mighty Max Weinberg.....on the organ, now you see him, now you don´t....oh, my God, he´s invisible, Phantom Dan ´Lookout-girls-he-hates-to-be-alone´ Federici....and last but not least....how can I say it ?....let me think, oh yeah....let me start out by saying king of the world....Emperor of the universe.....master of all things....faster than a speeding bullet.....more powerful than a roaring locomotive....able to leap tall women, I mean tall buildings in a single bound.....is it a bird ?....is it a plane ?....is it the Big Man ?....Clarence Clemons on the saxophone.....”
 * 12.12.80 Hartford, CT, middle of ´Rosalita´**

´´This is for anybody from back home.....”
 * 12.12.80 Hartford, CT, intro to ´Jungleland´**

//Compiled by : Johanna Pirttijärvi//